Roof

I just finished fucking my husband. He had to go to sleep and couldn't go another round; there was a busy morning awaiting him and had to make sure he got enough rest for it. But I couldn't sleep; I was restless with need. I didn't want to use my hands or toys, I didn't even want to cum. I just wanted to be fucked, as much as possible, and this feeling caused me to be braver than usual as I sent a text message out to my Lover:

Me: What are you doing?

Lover: I'm at a bar drinking with my buddies. What's up?

Me: I'm horny, and I want to fuck.

I didn't have the time to give him a long story or butter him up. That's not what this "friendship" was about. We both knew what this was about; besides, he'd been drinking, so perhaps this was the best time to ask him. A minute later, he sent a text with the address of the bar. While waiting for his reply, I had cooked up a game plan in my head of how I was going to get out of the house. I only knew one person who would be more than willing to be my alibi. I called up my best friend Chloe, and told her simply "If my husband asks, confirm that I went to your house and stood there all night (maybe into morning)." She said, as I knew she would, "Alright," and after fine tuning the details, I awoke my sleeping husband, with her on the phone, and told him she needed me at this moment and that I was leaving; I'd be back in the morning. After hearing her voice on the phone for mere seconds, he drifted back into sleep, and after I sent a gracious text to my friend, and a confirmation text to my Lover, I ran to the bathroom to shower quickly. In 15 minutes, I was showered, dressed, and groomed. I went simple: a white sleeveless t-shirt, red bra, and a denim skirt. I put on my favorite red patent leather pumps, and was ready to go, slipping a pair of flats and black tights in my bag before leaving. I kissed my husband good-bye and slipped away, grateful for the darkness of night and his sleepy haze that he had not noticed my attire. I hailed a cab and gave him the address, the lights becoming more and brighter as the car drove deeper into the heart of the city, exposing the variety of open establishes open at this time of night, hosting those looking to have a good time.

I arrived in front of the pub, and entered, scouring for an empty spot somewhere. I found a chair at the bar, sat on the stool and swiveled around towards the waiter, ordering a shot of Tequila, and a glass of champagne. I figured I'd creep in some courage before going into this. It was the first time we were going to meet up, let alone fuck, and although I was horny, I was also a bit nervous. My phone vibrated in my purse as I was half way done with my glass of champagne.

Lover: Are you here?

Me: Yes, at the bar having a drink.

Lover: What are you wearing?

Me: That depends…want to play a game?

Lover: What's the reward if I win?

Me: Play and find out…

(Very long pause)

Me: I promise it's an easy game…

Lover: Sure. But the reward better be worth it

Me: It is…First, the rules. I will give you a clue of what I am wearing, one item at a time. You have five minutes to find me after each clue.

Lover: Hmmm…sounds too easy.

Me: Well, this place has two floors. For every five minutes that pass, I move a little higher into this building, making the game worth playing.

Lover: What's my first clue?

Me: I am wearing red shoes…

I looked at the time on my phone. 12: 22 am. I continued to finish the small amount of champagne in my glass, scanning the bar, trying to single him out. And at the left side of the bar, moving slowly clock wise away from me, his head pointed down to toward the ground, I saw him, looking for me. Every so often he would stop and speak to woman sitting at the bar, asking her (I presumed) if she was me. I looked at my phone. 12:26 am. He had one minute, but he was on the other side of the bar, still looking. I kept my gaze on him, masking my intent on by scanning the crowd every so often.

It was time to text him the second clue.

Me: Time to follow a woman wearing a white shirt…

He looked up quickly, standing straight, the full length of his height extending itself. His eyes skimmed the crowd, as his body moved toward the staircase, focused on a woman who was climbing to the next floor. I slid out of the seat, following the small flood of people heading upstairs, standing about three feet away from him. I followed him up, analyzing him as we climbed. He wore khaki's that fell perfectly an inch off the ground, and moved well with him. I found myself blushing slightly as I the words "Nice ass" scrolled across my eyes inside my head. His hand gripped the banister, twice the size of mine. His black watch told me we were two minutes into the second clue. We reached the landing and he approached the woman, asking her simply "Is your name Scarlett?"

I moved away to the right side of the room, forcing my legs to cooperate with my brain and not with the quickened throbbing of my pussy, heightened by the sound of his sexy deep voice saying my name. The second floor wasn't much of a floor, but a large balcony that half way surrounded the floor below. There were two doors on this level; one led to another room that played some other type of music; the other door was painted black, blending into the darkness except for a "Do Not Open" sign. The door swung open and back inside the building strolled a man and a woman, looking cautiously about them. I noticed one of them had been a waiter at the bar. The other was a busty, creamy skinned brunette, who hadn't noticed that she had a small tear forming on her tights located on the left knee.

My Lover continued to scan the small balcony area, stopping a woman here or there to ask the same question. I stayed in dark corner, taking out my phone. 12: 31 am. Time to send him the next message.

Me: Hey there cutie with the nice ass! How about walking it towards the next room and following a woman wearing a (short) denim skirt.

I could see his face become more determined, looking behind him quickly and tensing his jaw. Once again he did a quick scan of the area, looking for next place to go. He saw the door to the other party room and entered it. I on the other hand made my way toward the black door, making sure no one could see me. It was dark, and for a second I thought it had been another room, perhaps an office. I took out my phone, and quickly inspected the room. I found a light switch and turned it on to reveal and small set of stairs going upwards. I opened the door at the end and wedged a brick on the ground between the entrance to hold it open. I found my self on the roof of the building, an ornate wrought iron fencing encasing its border. There were tables scattered across the roof, umbrellas erected in the middle of each one, many closed, some open. I walked a little, making sure no one else was here, and took out my phone to check the time. 12:36 am. It was time for the final message.

Me: Last clue will take you to the last floor possible, where you will find a woman wearing a very visible red bra under her white shirt.

I walked to the edge of the building, the fence reaching just under my nose. I looked down through the metal bars, observing yellow cabs and their passengers, who they were picking up and dropping off; watching cars of all types flash by, every so often a bubbled sound of cars honking to clear the green light in time. I placed my bag on one of the tables with an open umbrella and held on to the cold iron, closing my eyes and listening to the hum of the city, a slight crisp breeze tingling my exposed inner thighs. I felt a drop of water, almost microscopic, fall on my right arm. A moment later came another one. I threw my head back and felt one on my left cheek, a slight breeze picking up and spreading the smell of oncoming rain. I had forgotten what I was doing there for a second, and innocently enjoyed the silence before the approaching storm.

I had been so enthralled into this small moment that I had failed to hear the roof door creak open. I was snatched out of my reverie by deep voice whispering my name.

"Scarlett…"

"You've found me," I said, turning to face him. I took in the intensity of his brown eyes, slightly glazed from the intake of hops and distilled alcohol. As his gaze fell onto me, taking in the sight of me from top to bottom, I reached for his left hand and placed it on my hip. "It's time to claim your prize."

I reached up with my right hand and swam my fingers through his fine brown hair, grabbing the back of his head and lowered it to mine, kissing his full salmon colored lips. His other arm circled my back, searching for the edge of my shirt and crawled underneath, his large hand soft against my skin. My left hand began to work on his belt and pants zipper, until it was grazing the outside of his underwear. His cock twitched under the warmth and grasp of my hand as I rubbed and went lower, cupping his balls, pressing my body tighter against his. The hand under my shirt began unclasping my bra, scratching me slightly as his finger tips hungered for the touch of more skin. A drop of rain fell on our attached lips, and I noticed then that my arm had hundreds of tiny droplets beginning to roll off.

His navy blue sweater began to darken in color about his shoulders, his hair collecting water easily and sliding down his forehead. All it did was make him look even sexier. I pulled off my unclasped bra, my slightly darkened areola and nipples visible through the almost shear white tank top that was slowly collecting water. He glanced down, a hungry look in his eye as he hastily took his shirt off and placed it on top of my bag. He lowered himself to his knees, his hands taking my breast from each side and biting each nipple through my moistened shirt. He had me currently pressed against the rooftop fence, working his way lower. He reached under my skirt in an attempt to roll down my underwear, and pleasantly found that I had none on. He kissed the inside of my right thigh as he placed it over his left shoulder. I held on to the fence with my left hand and reflectively grabbed his hair with my right as he dived in and began to eat my pussy. I could hear the honking and revving of cars two levels below me, the rain increasing in intensity, and my heartbeat pounding in my chest, my body flowing like the rain and evaporating on his tongue.

I had lost myself in a rhythm of orgasms before he stood up again and faced me, kissing me with lips that were now stained with my juices. He lowered his briefs and revealed his bulging cock, fully awake and ready. He reached down behind me under my skirt, and forcefully grabbed my ass, lifting me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he slid his dick inside me. He grabbed the gate with one hand as I balanced myself on him, bouncing against him, my hands grabbing a hold of his hair and neck. The rain began to fall harder, making it difficult to continue keeping our balance. He took me then, his penis lodged comfortably inside me, and moved me to the table, thrusting himself into me under the protection of the open umbrella, his hands now free to roam on my chest, now fully wet from the ran. He pulled my shirt up and uncovered my tits, engulfing part of one with the whole of his mouth, devouring the sweet taste of newly fallen rain. And there, once more, I came again as he continued to fuck me harder and faster, keeping in the time with the torrential rain fall.

I placed my hands on his chest and gently pushed him off, guiding him quickly to an armless seat positioned behind him. I turned around, straddling him backward, and maneuvered his cock into my soaking cunt. I grabbed both his hands and placed them on my breasts as I began riding up and down, my heels allowing the right amount of leverage to move. He pressed his face between my shoulder blades and began a trail of kissed from the nape of my neck as far down as he could go. I took one hand and massaged his balls, my other hand rubbing my sensitive clit. I didn't know how many times I'd already cum, but I knew this would be the last as I felt his sack swell. He kept one hand on my breast and the other wrapped tightly around my waist, pressing hard against my rib cage as we both shuttered and shook from our absolution. I bent forward, grasping the edge of the table with both hands, his arms still around me with the same fervency as before, his head laying on my back.

It had stopped raining. The puddles of water reflected the new night sky as the stars shined brighter, creating unknown universes with in them. We sat in the chair unattached, our converged body fluid seeping into it's own puddle below us, a remnant of another tempestuous storm.

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